Well, a curious thing happened to me this weekend. id gone out with the girls but we only went to croydon, not into town, coz we hadnt been paid yet, and i met this older guy in a club. He was called Marcus and he told me he remembered me, that he was a friend of one of my exes. I couldnt place him. He didnt look particularly special, so I wondered who he was ad which boyfriend he meant. It turns out to be from my "underage period" when I was fucking all sorts of guys, many of them older than me by many years, and thoroughly enjoying it. This Marcus said he'd fucked me once at a party, but I honestly didnt remember him. He did however describe the party quite well, and I did recall I was exceptionally naughty that night and fucked 4 different guys over the whole evening, one in the toilet, one in the garden, one in a car and then another on the way home in an alley. Turns out this guy was the one in the garden. I apologised for forgetting him, and he was quite good about it. We chatted for a while and i arranged to hook up with him later, if we were still in the club. We were and i went back to his place for some uninspired sex at about 3am. Ho-hum, I guess you just cant repeat the past.